It was late spring in the twenty-third year of Qianlong's reign.
Next to the official road on the outskirts of Wujiang County, Suzhou Prefecture, in a sparse willow forest, Dang Aixi suddenly opened his eyes.
She had a splitting headache, as if she had been hit by a heavy hammer, and the sharp sound of electricity still lingered in her ears - that was her last memory before she lost consciousness: at three o'clock in the morning, she was in the office working on the quarterly financial report. The computer screen suddenly flashed, the lamp on the desk exploded, and a strong electric current coursed through her body along her fingertips, and her eyes instantly fell into darkness.
But now, the sight is not the white ceiling of the hospital, but the gray sky. The smell of earth and the faint fragrance of willow branches linger on the tip of the nose. The body is covered with a linen coat that is so rough that it scratches the skin.
"Hiss..." Dang Aixi struggled to sit up, but found that her whole body was sore, and there was a stinging pain in her right wrist. When she lowered her head, she saw that a shallow wound had scabbed, and there was some dark red blood around it.
She looked around. There was soft soil under her body, and an old bamboo basket was lying beside her. There was nothing in it.
